Split Second (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 1)

His very low voice and intense gaze seemed to calm her down. She picked up her cup and took a sip. “It’s good, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, about your Bruno offer. Suppose I say yes. What’s the first step in our little partnership?”

Joan still looked very upset, but she took out a file from her briefcase and went over its contents. She took a deep, apparently cleansing breath and said, “We need facts. So I’ve put together a list of people to interview.” She slid across a piece of paper that King looked at.

“And going to the crime scene and working the angle from there.”

King was running his eye down the list. “Okay, pretty thorough. Everyone from Mrs. Bruno to Mrs. Martin to Colonel Mustard and the butler.” He stopped at one name on the list and looked up at her. “Sidney Morse?”

“He’s supposedly at a mental institution in Ohio. Let’s verify that. I’m assuming you’d recognize him?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever forget him. Theories going in?”

“Do I take all this interest as a yes?”

“Take it as a maybe. Theories?”

“Bruno had lots of enemies. He may already be dead.”

“If so, the investigation is over before it started.”

“No, my deal with Bruno’s people is to find out what happened to him. I get the money whether he’s found alive or not.”

“Good negotiating. I see you haven’t lost your edge.”

“The work is just as hard if he’s dead. In fact, it’s more problematic if he’s not alive. They pay me for results, whatever those results happen to be.”

“Fine, understood. We were talking theories.”

“One side has him kidnapped to throw the election their way. From what I can gather, Bruno’s constituency might have been enough to swing the vote if he either withheld his support from or threw it to another party.”

“Look, I really don’t buy that a major political party kidnapped Bruno. Maybe in another country, but not here.”

“Agreed. It’s pretty far-fetched.”

King sipped his tea and said, “So let’s get back to more conventional malfeasance, shall we?”

“They kidnapped him for money, and the ransom demand will be forthcoming.”

“Or a gang he wreaked havoc on when he was a prosecutor took him.”

“If so, we’ll probably never find the body.”

“Any likely suspects on that?”

Joan shook her head. “I thought there would be, but actually no. The three worst organizations he helped break up have no active members on the outside. He did prosecute some local gangs in Philly after he left D.C., but they tended to operate within a two-block radius with little sophistication beyond guns, knives and cell phones. They wouldn’t have had the brains or resources to snatch Bruno right out from under the Secret Service.”

“Okay, we rule out enemies from when he was a prosecutor and those for political gain, and we have left pure financial motivation. Was he worth enough to take that risk?”

“By himself, no. As I said before, his wife’s family has money, but they’re not Rockefellers either. They could pay a million dollars but not more than that.”

“Well, it sounds like a lot, but a million bucks just doesn’t go as far as it used to.”

“Oh, how I’d love to find out,” said Joan. She glanced at her file. “Bruno’s political party has funds, but still, there are lots of other targets with far bigger payoffs.”

“And ones that don’t have the Secret Service guarding them.”

“Exactly. It’s like whoever took Bruno did it for—”